My House of Horrors

"Boss, let's all go here, go back to find him?" Xiao Du was reluctant in his heart. Han Qiu-ming was usually a bit sloppy, and Du Chaojin had some resentment against him.

"We don't go looking for him. It's very likely that this guy's character is really going on." Guo Yan's face is gloomy, almost dripping water: "Maybe he has an accident now, no! We will go back!"

"I also agree with the boss." Unexpectedly, Song An did not care about private enmity at this time, and was willing to look for Han Qiuming: "The haunted house is the most taboo, and everyone is better to get together."

Xiao Du hesitated and finally nodded. "Well, I will go back to him with you."

The most innocent of the few people was counted as a fall. She didn’t know anything. She didn’t know what the staff of the Rattan Hospital were saying, just running around and feeling nervous.

"We searched carefully and looked at each ward." Under the leadership of Guo Wei, several people went back to the depths of the haunted house and looked at a ward.

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Han Qiuming and the night carefully entered the office of the Dean, with two compartments inside and outside, with tables and chairs.

"Drawers are empty, there are no books on the bookshelf, and it is not good to judge the character of the haunted house owner from reading preferences. However, there are no books on the bookshelf to reduce the time we search. Many haunted houses like to hide passwords and clues in books. Something like that." Han Qiuming is careful to talk to the night, but it feels more like he is talking to himself.

At night, I was careful and Han Qiuming staggered and walked straight into the back room. She looked at the widened wardrobe.

"Let me come, this wardrobe is obviously specially made. There is a 90% chance of hiding a haunted house actor or other scare." Han Qiuming stepped forward and opened the door.

The cabinet was empty and nothing was there.

He smiled awkwardly and self-deprecated: "It seems that 10% of the situation has occurred. It is estimated that the haunted house actor scared the old Guo and they have not had time to come back."

At night, I completely lost the interest in talking to him and gently tapped the inside of the closet: "There is a reason for a special closet in a special room."

When the careful finger hits the partition between the closet and the wall in the night, the sound changes, and it is obvious that the back is empty.

The two joined forces to open the partition and a secret passage appeared.

“The internal passage of the haunted house staff?”

"Should not be."

There was no light in the secret passage, and the mobile phone lighting was carefully taken out at night. After she and Han Qiuming both entered the secret passage, the door of the dean's office seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and slowly closed.

The secret passage is narrow, and it is difficult to turn around, but it is only a few meters away.

At the end of the repressive secret passage is an iron gate. At night, the door is carefully opened. In front of it is a piece of wood. She pushes it away and the scene changes. This is a ward she has seen from the future.

“The dean's office and the ward are connected to each other? What does this arrangement mean?” The real scene of the third ward makes the night carefully and completely replaced.

“Is the Dean taking the patient in this ward as his own private property?” Han Qiuming thought of an explanation: “I heard that some private psychiatric hospitals had a chaotic management a few years ago, and there was a similar chaos.”

"It is possible." Night carefully and Han Qiuming entered the house and began to search the room.

The beds, the chamber pots, the wooden chairs that smoothed the corners, the furnishings in the ward were very simple, and there seemed to be nothing special.

"Let's go out and see." Han Qiuming opened the door of this ward, and a strange smell poured into the nose, like a mixture of syrup and **** smell.

He stepped back a small step and stretched his neck to look at the hallway outside.

The cracking of the wall, the blood color contained in it seems to be flowing, giving a very strange feeling, just as the building itself is alive, and its blood vessels are hidden in the wall.

"This corridor, we seem to have not been here."

Almost the same scene structure, but the feeling is very different, the third ward uses the horror of the scene loop to the extreme, they do not know what to encounter when they continue to go down, it is not clear how many will be behind The corridor is waiting for them.

The bedding on the ground was severely damaged. The dummy made of pillows and sheets showed his head, and his face had a strange expression. No matter which direction he stood, he seemed to be watching them.

Han Qiu-ming had a fascination in his heart. He and the night were careful to come from the secret road. It is not clear how far this corridor is from other corridors, and it is not clear how many scary things are hidden.

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to the side of the passage. The end of the dark and dark corridor was not an exit, but a corner leading to the unknown.

"Don't stop." The night carefully walked out of the ward, and the legs that she had exposed outside felt a little cool. The atmosphere of this corridor was completely different from the previous ones.

"Look for it, the recorder should be hidden in a certain room in this corridor." Night carefully enter the next room to see, Han Qiuming is still standing.

The hand he was holding the door was full of sweat, and he turned his head and glanced at the door on the side.

The upper part of the ward door is normal, marked with the third ward, but the lower part of the wooden door is a little scary, completely painted red, thick and bright, and even more strange is that the red is like life. Grow slowly on the door.

“The third ward? The number of the ward on this corridor is not the same as the number of the ward on other corridors?”

Han Qiuming and the night carefully searched three wards. When they came to the end of the corridor, they found a room without a number and any indication.

"Go, go in and see."

The interior of the house is small and completely enclosed. The walls are covered with soundproof cotton. A restraint bed is fixed against the wall, and some messy equipment is piled up on the bed.

"It's a bit like an electric shock treatment room. I have seen it in many movies related to mental hospitals." Han Qiu Ming looked down at the bed, then went to the middle of the pile of used equipment, he swept it roughly, suddenly Laughed: "Found it!"

Han Qiuming pushed the electric shock device to it again, and proposed a tape recorder.

"I thought how difficult this haunted house was." He tried to show a look like this, but the expression on his face sold him.

In comparison, the night is more calm and calm. She looks at the recorder and frowns for the first time since she entered the haunted house: "Have you heard anything?"

"Sound?" Han Qiuming did not know what to say in the night: "No matter how much, and quickly leave, there is time limit for customs clearance. I want to perfect the customs today, so that there is nothing to say about Chen."

"Did you really hear it?" The night carefully pointed to the recorder in the hands of Han Qiuming: "The tape inside is turning, the indicator light is on, and the recorder is always working."